My almost 4 year old son has many recurring obsessions: Buzz Lightyear, Cars, trains, and torturing his sister.

Lately, another old favorite has surged to the surface: The Architect.

The Architect first made his appearance when Lil Diva was learning to crawl. The Tackler would wait for me to set her on the floor, then form a wall of toys around her so she could play with them. It was adorable and cute until Lil Diva became pissed off because he wouldn’t let her leave his carefully constructed chaotic castle.

And now The Architect is back.

I watched as, in under two minutes, my only slightly messy family room transformed into a giant gauntlet with every pillow, blanket, large toy, and chair my son gathered into a haphazard fortress.

And if I dared “go Godzilla” and “borrow” or relocate a vital piece of the wall so I could actually walk through the hallway to my kitchen??? Instant Freak Out or Meltdown.

Meanwhile, Lil Diva flip-flopped between loving the “houses” to trying to jail break out of them.

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Kelly K has learned the five steps to surviving of motherhood:
1) Don't get mad. Grab your camera. 2) Take a photograph. 3) Blog about it. 4) Laugh. 5) Repeat.
She shares these tales at Dances with Chaos in order to preserve what tiny amount of sanity remains.
You can also find her on her sister blog, Writing with Chaos (www.writingwithchaos.com) sharing memoir and engaging in her true love: fiction writing.
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11 Responses to The Architect Returns: Tacklerism Tuesday

I used to build forts, too, but had no younger sibling to craft them around…just my trusty dog, who was forced to spend time in my “arctic hideaway” as we hid from “ninjas and pirates.” Yep. Together. Ninjas and pirates. They’re a force to be reckoned with. Great post!